My hair - both strands of it - is the bane of my existence. From my youthful cowlick, to my inherited male pattern-balding (thanks Dad!) to my (fortunately only temporary) chemotherapy-induced baldness, my hair and I have been through a lot together.
As a child I looked like this - check out that cowlick on the left hand side of the photo. (And yes - that really IS me!).
The years took their toll. This winter my hair has been particularly wild and frizzy. I've been looking more like this:
So, the other night, after a 10:30 p.m. temper tantrum (mine) that left me no choice but to hop into the car in the middle of an ice storm and drive around aimlessly, I decided to stop by the 24 hour CVS to find something to help me tame my unruly locks.
I am not a night person, so I have often wondered about those cars one sees parked outside retail establishments in the wee, small hours of the morning.. Who are these people? What kind of business brings them out? Why don't they buy mangoes and lettuce on a Sunday morning like the rest of the world?
Now I know. These people are the kind who, very late at night, decide that they absolutely, positively cannot wake up yet another day looking the way they do.
People like me.
I'm happy to say that I found the holy grail of hair products at CVS - it's a secret Chinese recipe with natural elements and "calming qualities." I'm feeling much more manageable and in control than I was that icy night and so is my hair. Here's a picture - what do you think?